Chapter 1008: Chapter 1008: 1006: Take Care and Cherish

“What do you mean by wasting? The items I’ve prepared are all practical. On the battlefield where bladed weapons are indiscriminate, if even your everyday items are sparse and shabby, how can you maintain a good condition to face the enemy, and how can you prevent yourself from getting hurt?”

“Bladed weapons are indiscriminate, it’s impossible not to get hurt,” Song Chengyi said earnestly.

He knew all too well that no one could emerge from the battlefield unscathed, not even the enshrined God of War, Chu Yihan, nor the current commander Su Hao. None of them was without numerous scars.

He was the same.

Su Han’s heart sank abruptly, weighed down as if by a stone that kept pushing deeper and deeper, making even breathing seem laborious.

Seeing her pallor, Song Chengyi hurriedly walked over to her, “Are you tired? Let me take you home.”

“I haven’t finished packing…”

“Stop packing. Don’t exhaust yourself; I can finish this myself.”

Song Chengyi took the clothes from her hands, but a drop of warm liquid landed on the back of his hand.

His skin was searingly burned for a moment.

“Han’er, why are you crying? Did I… did I say something wrong?”

He was at a loss, as if he had made a mistake in front of a superior.

Two tears fell from Su Han’s eyes with a plink, her beautiful eyebrows deeply furrowed, “Are you really going to get hurt? Could it be very serious? The wound medicine I brought for you is the best, taken from Yingxue’s supplies, but will it be enough?”

Su Han hurriedly rummaged through the medicine chest she had prepared for him, which consisted of two layers. The golden wound medicine filled one layer entirely, and there were also clean and practical gauze, moxa cups, scissors, cotton swabs, gloves, and splints.

Most of these items were researched and developed by Su Yingxue and hadn’t been mass-produced yet. Even if they were sent to the front lines, it would take several days. Due to Song Chengyi’s imminent deployment, she had gone to Su Yingxue to request many of them.

However, the words Song Chengyi just said made her feel as if all her preparations were superfluous.

“It’s enough, the military supply is also available.”

Song Chengyi, looking at the fully packed medicine chest, felt Su Han’s deep sincerity weighing heavily, so heavy that he could hardly hold it.

“Then you must… be careful,” she said.

Su Han wiped away her tears. She had already told Song Chengyi many times, and she was even annoyed at herself for repeating it so often.

Yet Song Chengyi still patiently responded, “Okay.”

“And you…”

Su Han always felt there were endless things she wanted to instruct, but Song Chengyi listened patiently, with no trace of impatience on his face behind the iron mask, his dark eyes still incredibly earnest.

It was Su Han who, having said too much, didn’t know what else to say, “Chengyi, I’ll worry about you a lot.”

“Is… that so?”

Under his iron mask, a sudden flush warmed Song Chengyi’s face, blood rushing to his head and even his ear tips turning bright red.

He had never heard Su Han speak such words from the bottom of her heart, especially not with her eyes so serious, her round pupils filled with his reflection.

Su Han opened his hand and saw his palm sweating with nerves, her lips curling slightly, “You don’t have to doubt my words. Everything I say comes from the heart, and these things, I prepared them for you willingly, hoping for your safe return.”

Song Chengyi was burning up, and his gaze grew intense, “Han’er, I… thank you.”

“Why thank me all of a sudden?” Su Han found it strange.

She had been just as careful with Chu Xiaotian in the past. At first, he was very satisfied, but he had never thanked her once.